My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.

The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.